Gu Suxiu picked up the prescription and began gathering herbs from the drawer of the medicine cabinet.
Duan Rong stood up, his eyes gleaming as he scanned the surroundings, quickly focusing on the desk.
On that desk lay a blue-covered book, and atop the book was a pair of shiny, somewhat uniquely shaped palm beads.
Duan Rong walked over, glanced at Gu Suxiu's back, and deliberately raised his voice, saying, "Such style of palm beads is rather uncommon."
Gu Suxiu merely lowered his head, continuing to gather herbs casually, saying, "I made those myself... specially added some protrusions to better massage the acupuncture points..."
"Really?" Duan Rong picked up those palm beads, his peripheral vision kept watching Gu Suxiu, who remained focused on his task without looking this way.
Looking at the palm beads in his hand, Duan Rong thought to himself, "Read Artifact Spirit."
Soon, a group of data appeared before Duan Rong's eyes:
Artifact: Phoebe Wooden Palm Bead
